She’d made up her mind about him- or she thought she had. Maybe her being there, alone, waiting was sign enough that her decision had been hasty. Th... crowd down below was oblivious to her. Her inky curls and the black cocktail dress made her a shadow in the dark. She looked out over the guests trying to find him move through the crowd. She leaned over the banister betraying her eagerness to see him. He’d been dressed in a smart suit, dark with subtle charcoal colored pin stripes. He was still a. I was twisting her nipples still with her shirt covered on it.”hmmm…oooooohaaaaah…. hmm aaaaaa….” she was moaning along my ears.I grabbed her by her ass fully again with my hands lifted her up and now, we positioned ourselves that my penis was just right at the opening of the cunt.she clamped herself to my stomach, and slowly as I lowered her, she could feel my thick hard penis, slipping slowing into her cunt upwards. Just like a hot knife slipped into a block of butter.Wow… ‘ she said and she. Like? They're breaking their vows. I've seen them. And? And ... well? Father Murphy has ... like? He's even done it with one of the students. I think we have to go to someone and tell. Like, this is a convent and? Don't you agree, Brother John?" But, as she haltingly told her story, the perceptive nun could see that the monk's eyes were hotly surveying her body and she wished she'd worn a longer robe."Sit down, Sister Sarah. Sit down and I'll try to explain it to you, my dear." the friar said. Lots of the staff had turned in for the day. Melissa was waiting for her boyfriend to pick her up, he was late as usual.She wore a black skirt, knee length and a white blouse (company issue), short blond hair and black "nerd glasses". Her six inch stilletos worked in, she was shouting on the cellphone to her loser boyfriend when she walked into the kitchen. She was startled to see me and walked straight into the little plastic bin, toe first. Ayooow, shit she yelled out in agony...and fuck you.